Mine started with a yellow waffle blanket with silky edges that I used to carry with me everywhere, draped around my shoulders. When i got to about 5 I realised that I couldn’t carry on dragging this massive blanket around so my Mum helped me to cut the silky edges off and I just carried those instead.

I had those strips of yellow, which I still called my blanket until I was about 10 I suppose. I can’t remember what happened to them but I changed my blanket. My mum bought a MASSIVE blue blanket with wide blue satin strips at either end and I soon adopted those. I used to cut them into sections of about 30 cm long which I foled and put in my pocket and carried everywhere with me!

When my baby sister was born when I was 11 she also became attached to silky things and thats when my blankets name changed from blanket to silky!

I even took my silky with me when I joined the Royal Marines!! No one thought it was weird as lots of people had comforters, although I was the only one with a silky/blanket!

That brings me to now. I am 25, married with a 21 month old son. My husband doesn’t care and my son hasn’t attached to anything so its just me! I still have my silky, although its pink now (I wore through all the blue bits!). It somes with me EVERYWHERE and I love it! I rub it on my face and slide it between my fingers whist sucking my tongue which my family call ’sucking my bottle’!

Thank you all for making me feel a lot better about my silky addiction!

I am Amy and I love my silky!
xx

I’m also a blanket user. I’ll try to keep my blanket history brief. I actually had 2 that I loved. Both were yellow. One was “silk” on both sides, the other only silky on one side.

My parents paid me to give up my blanket at the age of 7. I didn’t give up thumb sucking until the age of 10 (and have PERFECT teeth!).

I always loved the silky feel of the outside of sleeping bags & lining of some some jackets. And those fleece/thermal blankets with the silky piping? Love it!

Anyway,iIn my teen years, I came across one of my blankets and decided to start sleeping with it again. Sadly, I left my blanket in a hotel room at the age of 17.

My mom gave me blanket #2 then. I know she thinks it’s weird but there’s definitely something comforting about the feel of the blankets.

I’d like to get a new blanket. Mine is in rags. I do wash it because I don’t care about the smell (unless it started to stink, then I’d care!). I’d like to find another yellow one. But a lot of baby blankets only have the silky stuff on the trim.

So glad to know I’m not alone!!

I was adopted, and had my Snuggy since the first night my adoptive parents brought me home at the age of 8 months. My adoptive grandmother hand made him for me, as a welcome I suppose. I never went anywhere without him, and I had a very specific way of running a certain part of the fabric under my fingernails and through my hands. I also loved the smell of Snuggy.

Over the years Snuggy lost most of the insides, until it ended up just being a lump at each of the four corners. By that time, each corner had a name and a personality, like little people or something. Not sure why I did that. I really was convinced that Snuggy had feelings though – like if I threw him out of anger, I would immediately go running to him, crying and apologizing. I guess it’s just… well… Snuggy had been with me my entire life, unfailingly. Through nights of sobbing while my parents fought, to moments of happiness. I felt he had always been there to support and comfort me, so I had to treat him right, as I would a person.

To this day I do not forgive my mother for taking Snuggy away from me while my back was turned. And I have never, and will never, be able to form the same attachment to anything else. Every night I have to admit I do feel a little empty inside, missing my Snuggy and the comforting scent, and longing to run my fingers over that certain bit of the fabric.

I am a 31 man, married with no kids and I have had an attachment to a certain feel of some silk fabrics between my fingers all my life.

My earliest memory is of a blue blanket of some sort with a silk ribbon on the edges. Then a small jacket made of a similar satin. I carried it around the house rubbing it with my fingers. until at 10 my father bribed it away from me.

At 17 under the influence of LSD I walked out of a fleamarket carrying the prize of child’s bed tent made of the perfect fabric for rubbing between my fingers. As soon as I picked it up my hand and mind remembered the feeling.

I have had that damn tent ever since. I cut pieces from it and keep them as hankerchiefs. I have carried one almost everyday since. I dont need it to sleep like others. I just cant stop moving it across my thumb with my index finger.